Standing Tall

The moment is still. The news is frightful. I watch her rise and exit the room.Behind her a prediction of failure, of sickness, a future far from easy.I want to glance awayand forget her face. But no—steel my stare. Help me look even closerand remember only this:

A woman's spirit is not measured by the rooms of doubt she may walk through,but by how she enters the rest of her world.